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 Botswana and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
X-102,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.