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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
The Move,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Max Romeo,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
Pole,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.