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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.