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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Toni Rubio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.