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 Madagascar and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Oblivians to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Scion,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.