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 Kenya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Lyres,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.