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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
The Standells,
the Bar-Kays,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
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