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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.