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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
World's Most,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.