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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.