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 St Lucia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.