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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pantytec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.