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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.