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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
the Germs,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.