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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
Index,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Wire,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.