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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.