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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.