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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead C to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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