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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Skriet,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
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