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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Babytalk,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.