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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gong,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.