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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a snare 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
10cc,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.