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 South Africa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
Wings,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.