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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.