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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.