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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.