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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.