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 Senegal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Index,
The Fall,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
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