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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Wells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.