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 Zambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.