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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grime 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Joey Negro,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.