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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.