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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Wake,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.