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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Scott Walker,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.