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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
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,
Hashim,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.