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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
Ten City,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
10cc,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.