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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Zero Boys,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.