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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.