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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.