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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Marc Almond,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.