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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
the Swans,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
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