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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
PIL,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Oblivians,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.