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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.