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 Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.