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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Y Pants to the rock 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.