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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.