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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.