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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Pylon,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Shuggie Otis,
Au Pairs,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.