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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.