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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 CMW to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.