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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.