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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Duran Duran,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.