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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Tom Boy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
The Mojo Men,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.