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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
MC5,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.