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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Slave,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.