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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Vainqueur to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.