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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.