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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
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,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.