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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.