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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.