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 Colombia and from London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Nas,
Interpol,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agent Orange,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
cv313,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Motorama,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.