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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Scratch Acid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
AZ,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.