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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Amon Düül 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.