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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echospace,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.