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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.