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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
the Association,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.