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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Silicon Teens,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Motorama,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Josef K,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.