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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Monks,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.