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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Zero Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Godley & Creme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Wings,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.