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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.