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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ronan to the rap 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
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