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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Slackers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.