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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the funk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.