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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Wire,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.