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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Slits,
The Names,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.