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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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?
the Association,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Quando Quango,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.