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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Can,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
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