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 Hungary and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Visage,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.