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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Porter Ricks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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