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 Morocco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moody Blues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.