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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Inner City,
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