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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.