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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nico to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-101,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.