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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Young Marble Giants to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
Gong,
a-ha,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
cv313,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.