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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.