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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
UT,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Pole,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.