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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tom Boy to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
MC5,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Skriet,
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