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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.