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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Holt to the grime 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The Fall,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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