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 Maldives and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fat Boys,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.