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 Spain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Mary Jane Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.