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 Malta and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
cv313,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Easy Going,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.