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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Litter,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Visage,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.