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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.