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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.