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 Peru and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.