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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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