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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
Surgeon,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.