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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bob Dylan 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.