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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.