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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.