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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
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