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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.