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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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