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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Mantronix,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.