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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.