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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
Index,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.