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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
cv313,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Joe Finger,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.