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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Connie Case,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Kas Product,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.