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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Delon & Dalcan,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.