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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 The Seeds to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
the Association,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Swans,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.