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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Crime,
The Monks,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.