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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Interpol,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
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