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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.