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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.