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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
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