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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.