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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Make Up,
X-101,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Aswad,
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