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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Wings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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