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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
UT,
The Fall,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.