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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
JFA,
Ossler,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Echospace,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nas,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.