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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Slick Rick,
Sam Rivers,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.