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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Gahan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.