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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.