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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Josef K,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.