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 Armenia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Technova,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.