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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
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,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.