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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
This Heat,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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