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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
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,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.