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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.