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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.