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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Toasters,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.