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 Burundi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.