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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.