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 Hungary and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
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,
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Monks,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Amon Düül,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.