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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 mellotron and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Franke,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.