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 Tonga 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Zero Boys to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
the Slits,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
The Busters,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.