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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mummies to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Accadde A,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.