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 Angola and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Hoover,
June Days,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.