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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.