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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pole to the rock 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
AZ,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.