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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Newcleus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.