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 Morocco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Techniques to the jazz 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang on a Can All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
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,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Main Source,
Wings,
Crime,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dual Sessions,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.