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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
New Order,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.