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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
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