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 Ukraine and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
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