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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
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