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 Cuba and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
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,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.