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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
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,
The Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
F. McDonald,
Slave,
John Holt,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.