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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.