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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
AZ,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.