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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.