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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
UT,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
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