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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.