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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 ABC to the funk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Techniques,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.