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 Gabon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '60s 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Deakin,
Brick,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.