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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Lyres,
Wings,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.