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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.