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 Benin and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.