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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
The Evens,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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