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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.