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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
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