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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.