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 Monaco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.