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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Peter & Gordon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.