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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
June Days,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.