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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
The Litter,
DNA,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.