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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 808 and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.