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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
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