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 Dominican Republic 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Little Man to the dance 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Franke,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
X-102,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.