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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Ice-T,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.