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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.