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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.