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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Neon Judgement to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Brick,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Pylon,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.