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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.