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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.