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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.