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 Czech Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.