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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Dave Gahan,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
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