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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Minor Threat,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.