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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.