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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.