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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.