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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Moody Blues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Sparks,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.