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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.