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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.