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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boz Scaggs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Saints,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Deepchord,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.