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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
Lalann,
Gong,
JFA,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.