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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.