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 the UAE and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 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?
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.