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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
UT,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.