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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
Kayak,
Mars,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Magma,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quando Quango,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
MC5,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.