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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a theremin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
K-Klass,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.