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 Saudi Arabia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Brick,
Sparks,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.