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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.