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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
X-101,
John Cale,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.