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 Laos and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
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,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
CMW,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.