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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.