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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Magazine,
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