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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Charles Mingus,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Index,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.