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 Turkmenistan 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.