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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Gahan to the grunge 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
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