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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Q65,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.