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 Bologna.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.