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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Brick,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Faust,
The Wake,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
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