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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Television,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monolake,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.