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 Guyana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
the Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Audionom,
June Days,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.