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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Soft Cell to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.