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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Rekid,
Crime,
Cybotron,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.