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 Sierra Leone and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Gong,
Can,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Nico,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.