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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Royal Trux,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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