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 Burundi and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.