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 Pakistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.