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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.