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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Smoke,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.