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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.