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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Index,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
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You don't know what you really want.
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