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 Finland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.