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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
AZ,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.