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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
The Busters,
UT,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.