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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Visage to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Unwound,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.