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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
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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.