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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.