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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Hashim,
X-101,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.