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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.