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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
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