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 Korea South and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
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