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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Wings,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
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