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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.