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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Symarip to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Unwound,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Severed Heads,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
UT,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.