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 San Marino and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Skarface,
Boredoms,
MC5,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.