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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.