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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Foxx to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Byron Stingily,
Joy Division,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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