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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.