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 Comoros and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Bananas to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Henry Cow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.