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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Hardrive,
Ludus,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.