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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.