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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 a-ha to the techno 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
John Coltrane,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.