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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Lalann,
Ossler,
New Order,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.