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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Cure to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Maleditus Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Television,
The Associates,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.