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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Peter & Gordon,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.