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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
This Heat,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.