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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.