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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.