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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
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