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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
the Human League,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.