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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.