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 Bhutan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Rekid,
Darondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Moebius,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.