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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.