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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.