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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Magazine,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.