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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.