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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
CMW,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.