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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
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,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.