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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Faust,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.