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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.