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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
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,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.