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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Reed to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.