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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slits 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Pole,
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Excepter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.