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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
DNA,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.