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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Television,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
The Litter,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
The Remains,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.