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 Bhutan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Anthony Braxton to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
CMW,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.