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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beau Brummels to the punk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Human League,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.