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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
New Order,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.