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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
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,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
JFA,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Terry Callier,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.