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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
ABBA,
MDC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Franke,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.