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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.