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 Austria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.