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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Joy Division,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Dark Day,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.