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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Television,
the Swans,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.