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 Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
Das Ding,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.