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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
Index,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.