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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Moss Icon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.