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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Technova,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.