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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.