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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
Subhumans,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Janne Schatter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Au Pairs,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.