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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
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,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Ronnie Foster,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.