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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 David Axelrod to the funk 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.