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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bronski Beat to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Faust,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
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Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.