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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.