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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Althea and Donna,
Darondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.