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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC 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?
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Echospace,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.