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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.