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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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