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 Colombia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ohio Players to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.