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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.