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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Wings,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
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