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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Starr,
the Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Fear,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.