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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hood to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Roxette,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Qualms,
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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.