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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Metal Thangz to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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?
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
The Cramps,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.