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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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?
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bluetip,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.