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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.