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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Motorama,
the Association,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.