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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Gong,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
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