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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
K-Klass,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Q65,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.