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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.