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 Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Seeds to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.