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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Nico,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.