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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.