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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.