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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.