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 Belgium and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.