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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Flipper,
The Doors,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
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