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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.