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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.