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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.