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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.