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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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You don't know what you really want.