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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lyres to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronan,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.