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 Qatar and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Moebius,
Crime,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Misunderstood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.