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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Little Man,
PIL,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
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