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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.