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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the dance 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.