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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
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,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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