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 Nicaragua and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the disco 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.