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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.