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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.