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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.