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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Spoonie Gee,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.