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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.