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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
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