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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.