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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Lyres,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alphaville,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.