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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.