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 Qatar and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 June of 44 to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.