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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Divine Comedy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.