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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dual Sessions,
In Retrospect,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
The Last Poets,
UT,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.