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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.