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 Guatemala and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.