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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Quantec,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
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You don't know what you really want.
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