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 France and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
The Durutti Column,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.