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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.