Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lakeside to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.