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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Yazoo,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Scion,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.