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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
John Coltrane,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.