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 Malta and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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