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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Ludus,
MC5,
Wire,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
La Düsseldorf,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Index,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.