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 Palau and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
The Index,
Section 25,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.