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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.