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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
Index,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.