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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.