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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.