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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lyres,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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