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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.