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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
the Human League,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.