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 Zimbabwe and from Mumbai.
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 Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.