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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Trumans Water to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
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,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.