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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
AZ,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Motorama,
The Names,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.