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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Television,
Scion,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.