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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.