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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Fugs,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.