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 Romania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Wire,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.