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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Goldenarms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.