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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
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