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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.