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 Finland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.