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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Wings,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.