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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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,
Jacob Miller,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
PIL,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.