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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Birthday Party,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.