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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
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