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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Quantec,
the Swans,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.