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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.