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 Tanzania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
AZ,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.