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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.