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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the punk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
AZ,
R.M.O.,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
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You don't know what you really want.
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