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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mr. Review to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soulsonic Force,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.