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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.