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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.