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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.