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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the rock 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
MC5,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Faust,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.