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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Groovy Waters,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Colin Newman,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.