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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.