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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
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