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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Pole,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Liliput,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.