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 Monaco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.