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 Bolivia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.