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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.