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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
The Dead C,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.