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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.