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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.