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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Make Up,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
June of 44,
The Music Machine,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.