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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.