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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
The Cure,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.