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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.