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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.