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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sparks,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Smog,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.