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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Ossler to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.