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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.