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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rekid to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Q65,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.