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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.