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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
the Germs,
Rekid,
Wings,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.