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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Urselle to the crunk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.