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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Audionom,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Interpol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Slave,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.