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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.