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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.