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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
The Names,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q65,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.