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 Germany and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
the Association,
This Heat,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
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