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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Gories,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.