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 Croatia and from Bremen.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.