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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Faust,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.