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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Index,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.