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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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 Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
PIL,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Zero Boys,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.