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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
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