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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Parry Music,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.