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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All AZ 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
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