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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.