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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Man Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.