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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.