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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 New Order 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Monks,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.