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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.