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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Lower 48,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.