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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Newcleus,
Wire,
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.