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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.