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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.