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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.