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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.