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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rap 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.