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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.