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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.