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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.