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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Unrelated Segments to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Jandek,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Oneida,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.