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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Niagra,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.