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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.