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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Organ,
The Slits,
T. Rex,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Scientists,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.