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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fugs,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
John Holt,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.