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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the grunge 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Television,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.