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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.