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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Unwound,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.