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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
The Human League,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.