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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Skriet,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.