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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Skaos,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.