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 Laos and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.