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 Palau and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.