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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
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