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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
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