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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.