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 Peru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
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