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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vladislav Delay to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.