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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Hasil Adkins,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.