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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Flipper,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Deakin,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
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