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 Paraguay and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.