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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.