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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.