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 Sweden and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Josef K,
the Soft Cell,
The Fall,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
John Holt,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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