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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
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