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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.