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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Davy DMX to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.