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 Somalia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the disco 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
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,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Japan,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
X-101,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Wings,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.