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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
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