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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.