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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Index,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Connie Case,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.