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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Audionom,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.