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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 The Residents to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.