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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
Jacob Miller,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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You don't know what you really want.