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 Moldova and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
AZ,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.