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 Georgia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.