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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slave,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
FM Einheit,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.