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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
D'Angelo,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
MC5,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Rosa Yemen,
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