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 Iceland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Evens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.