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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moss Icon to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.