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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.