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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.