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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.