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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Excepter,
ABC,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.