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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Evens to the techno 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.