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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
PIL,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Second Layer,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.