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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
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