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 Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Japan,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.