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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Wings,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Technova,
Japan,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.