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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mummies,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David Bowie,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.