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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Sixth Finger,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.