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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Fugazi,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.