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 Iraq and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Fear,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.