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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.