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 Brunei and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Sound Behaviour,
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