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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
New Order,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.