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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Saints to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Flipper,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.