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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.