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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Mandrill,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
the Slits,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.