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 Chad and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Judy Mowatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
June Days,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.