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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.