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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scratch Acid,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.