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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.