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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
The Buckinghams,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
The Martian,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Flipper,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.