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 Jordan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source 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,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.