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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.