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 Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the crunk 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s 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 Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Deakin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Q65,
June of 44,
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