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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Metal Thangz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q65,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
JFA,
The Cure,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.