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 Albania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mark Hollis to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.