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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.