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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.