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 Burundi and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Faust,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Can,
John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.