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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.