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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Tommy Roe,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
John Lydon,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.