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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Index,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Jacques Brel,
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