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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Matthew Halsall 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
The Index,
The Busters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
the Association,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.