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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Moebius,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.