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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Heaven 17,
Duran Duran,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
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