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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Accadde A 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.