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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
The Zeros,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.