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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Saints to the grunge 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Crime,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Q65,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.