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 Bulgaria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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