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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Television,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Barrington Levy,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.