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 Denmark and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 The Associates to the rock 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.