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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Todd Terry to the punk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
The Pop Group,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.