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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.