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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Gong,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.