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 Morocco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
X-101,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.