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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.