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 Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
the Association,
The Doors,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.