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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Lydon to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
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You don't know what you really want.
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