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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Technova,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Severed Heads,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.